For decades, Vivian Maier worked as a nanny around the Midwest. As she led children on outings around their hometowns, she always carried a Rolleiflex camera around her neck, snapping photos of workers, kids, police, and trashcans alike. She was essentially a self-employed journalist of the era and once described herself to a stranger as a “sort of a spy”; she was fiercely protective of her privacy, often giving out fake names. Over the course of her life taking care of kids and constantly shooting photos, she amassed over 100,000 negatives and undeveloped film rolls, which she piled in towering boxes that filled her small quarters. She never showed her photos to a soul. When she died in 2009, John Maloof unwittingly bought her life’s work at a storage unit auction. Once he saw what he’d stumbled upon, Maloof set out to uncover this photographer’s life and get her mainstream attention and respect.
Read the rest of Sarah Mirk’s review of new documentary “Finding Vivian Maier” at BitchMedia.org.
- Mexican proverb (via artistsuffer)
From the series Knot, by Jalal Sepehr (Yazd, 2011)